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was fortuitous that I happened to be passing by. My jacket is in the back seat if you’d like to put it on. You must be cold.” The British accent was still discernible, though diluted some by his years in America.
    “Thanks. You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had.” Gratefully she reached behind her for the blue ski jacket. Instead of putting it on, she used it like a blanket to cover herself. Her teeth began to chatter in spite of the rudimentary covering. Though the leather seats were warm, the surrounding air felt chilly to her damp skin. She wondered if it would be impolite to ask him to turn on the heater. The rain was pouring down harder now, and visibility was so limited they were barely crawling along.
    He glanced at her, amusement evident. “You look like a drowned rat. There’s a flask of brandy in the glove compartment if you’d like some. It’ll warm you.”
    “Oh...no, that’s okay.”
    “Would you mind passing it to me then?”
    Eva opened the compartment and handed him the silver flask. “Do you normally drink while driving?”
    He took a swallow and passed it back to her. “That was hardly enough to result in my intoxication. Besides, the heater isn’t working. You should have some yourself. You’ll feel a lot better, trust me.”
    The angry roaring of the downpour grew louder. The very sound of the flooding rain made her cold, as though just by hearing it she could feel the sensation on her skin.
    “Well, bottoms up.” She tipped the flask and swallowed, then immediately began to cough as she felt the liquid burning all the way down. “Good Lord!”
    “Yes, it’s a bit strong.” One corner of his mouth twitched.
    “Just a bit!” Still coughing, she returned the brandy to its place. No more of that . “So where are you living now?”
    “ Oregon.”
    “Oh , wow. You’re kind of a long way from home.”
    “Yes. We’re a long way from home.”
    “You’re married now?”
    “ Married? No. Why do you ask?”
    “ Well...you just said we . So I thought...”
    “No. I never married.”
    “What brings you back here?” A blinding flash of lightning cut through the darkness for a fleeting moment, then was enveloped by the night.
    “I came to retrieve something that belongs to me.”
    Some kind of custody dispute maybe? Better not to pry. Not that he seemed anywhere near as anxious to reveal his life story as Macy’s mom had been. “How long are you staying?”
    “Not long.”
    “So...when do you have to leave?”
    “Very soon.”
    Eva was running out of questions to ask. Okay, so apparently he wasn’t one for idle conversation. She stared through the windshield at the gloomy sky for a time, then her eyes gradually traveled along the instrument panel to his long fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, wandered up the sleeves of his blue chambray shirt and ended on his beautifully sculpted face. The slight shadow of stubble there only added to his sexy allure. With his flawless features and golden hair, the man closely resembled an angel. Until you looked into his eyes. There was nothing of innocence in those midnight eyes.
    “Tell me, Eva. Are you still having bad dreams?”
    Startled out of her reverie, she furrowed her brow. Was it possible she’d told him about the nightmares, years before? “How did you know about that?”
    “I know more than you think. Are you?”
    “Well, yes. They’re not as bad as they used to be, but I do still have them.”
    “Interesting. And how vivid are they, exactly? Can you recall details after you wake?”
    “No. Everything’s all convoluted and mixed up. You know how dreams are - they never make any sense.” She shifted restlessly underneath the jacket. “I don’t remember ever telling you about them.”
    “There is much you don’t remember.” He smiled then, in a way that was unnerving.
    “Do you know something about them that I don’t?”
    “I have a theory, yes.”
    Her eyelids felt heavy, and she blinked. “A